Don’t Fight It – The Panics “I have no other way. There is a price to pay for what the man will say. But I was a million miles away, in a promise full of steam. It could take no vacant dream to persuade me to believe”…

I have no other way
There is a price to pay
For what the man will say
But I was a million miles away
In a promise full of steam
It could take no vacant dream
To persuade me to believe

I think just dont fight it
Dont fight it
Dont fight it
If you dont know what it is
If you dont know what it is

I left my heart in places
Forgot every one of their faces
And tried to navigate
A broken path of which I may have
helped create
In any incident this is never no accident
To stand alone and let the silence make
itself at home

Oh give it up
Those dirty tricks
No quick fix can undo it

Oh give it up
I wont resist
My answers always this

I say just dont fight it
Dont fight it
Dont fight it
If you dont know what it is
If you dont know what it is

Where has my light gone
Where has my fight gone
What keeps us burning when the fire
is long gone
When I cant relate
To that voice without a face
Should I be afraid
Or is it just a voice I did create

Oh give it up
Those dirty tricks
No quick fix can undo it
Oh give it up
I wont resist
My answers always this

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Mel

With a propensity for lenghty internal monologues, I have come to realize that nothing is new but merely appropriated from something else. There are no new ideas. Although this fact alone may be the source of eternal despair for any creative person, it is both humbling and inspiring. All I can aim to be is a maker - a maker of things; a maker of visual casseroles.